Category Archives: 2016

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Cheers

If blood is showering out of your veins,
If the lesions & wounds are giving you pain
And even if circumstances are showing your death,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

No matter If you are sailing on a tidal ocean,
No matter If conditions prevailing give you tension
And even if there is no time left for you to regret,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happen if night always comes before the morning,
What happens if every second intensity of darkness is increasing
And even If, darkness is giving brightness a terrible threat,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happens if you feel yourself alone on this land,
What happens, if your shadow remains your only friend
And even If, you are deprived of love from anybody as yet,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

It is blissful, if you come out as victorious in the end,
But if all your efforts & attempts go into the sand
Then you need not to strike your head with a stone,
Because fighting till last breath is a victory on its own.

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Cheers
J

I’m standing at your door
soaked with panic and fear.
I love you so much!
Please be okay!
is all that runs through my
saddening, stifled mind as
I slip my frenzied note
beneath the breath of your door.

I wanted to marry you that week,
infusing a life we wanted
a little bit sooner because
I needed to save you.
I failed.

I failed because our wedding date
is just around the corner…
December 14, 2016, and you died.

I was too desperately late
to hack your email account,
posting a message as you
on your Facebook wall
delivering justifiable cause
for the police to enter your room.

I was too late as I listen
to your last, urgent voicemail
that prays for me to come over now
because you’re taking all your meds
…and all the heroin
you had.

I had no idea the holidays
would sigh with so much pain.
Days pile on with anxious guilt,
with blame becoming like blades
slicing the eloquent edge
of a sorrowed song
into me.

I know your smell because
your perfume and portraits
are sprinkled throughout this home.
This home that should be
ours.